I am drawn to philosophy not for consolation but for confrontation with truth, with illusion, with myself. History whispers its iron laughter at every human ambition, reminding me that the present is but a repetition of old masks. Politics, meanwhile, fascinates me as the eternal theatre of power, where promises are disguises and conflict is the only honest dialogue. I immerse myself in these currents not to be pacified but to be sharpened, to wrestle with the questions that refuse to die. And when thought becomes too heavy, I turn to creation to engineering, where my hands wage their rebellion against entropy. In every circuit analyzed, every mechanism assembled, lies an act of defiance: a refusal to bow to decay. Of course, innovation breaks as often as it builds, but in the fragments I find meaning for what is invention, if not a bold conversation with destruction itself?
“Thoughts without content are empty, intuitions without concepts are blind.”
Immanuel Kant
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